Lovely skin

lovely skin,
my shadows
to lurk in
and under.
to be the
breath last
taken
the moment
before.
a regurgitation
of mistakes.
the broken
record played
even after
the last day
spent in hell.
the assumption.
the herding
of humans
into dark and damp
without their
clothes,
that lovely skin
that keeps
their hope alive.
to hope they
may differ.
they may be
separate and
unique.
the lovely skin
without that
strips them bare
to bleed into
the pool
they all swam in
and knew of before
their lovely skin.